Thoughts are snakes writhing about all around and the trick is to grab the right one. Don't want to play any bluez but I got a keyboard thing going for a bit and it didn't seem to suck. It didn't have enough changes so it would start to suck after a while but it didn't suck right off the top and it wasn't another thrashing of a riff off F minor. This started in A major and that's a problem as the A2 key still doesn't work but there's a riff starting there and maybe it's a snake, maybe it's not.
Things swirl but not always in total chaos. The music I've been uploading is all the history of Silas and that fulfills the recovery. So now I did that and there's even more stuff than there was previously. Now that it's done it isn't interesting anymore but I do hope you like the stuff as I did work quite hard on it.
There won't be any bluez as this last week or so has been the bar none loneliest time of my life. That looks obvious in that I cut myself off from people but it's not that kind of loneliness. Things are improving and the music will follow that.
This comes even harder than with my parents. I don't know why but so it goes. I'm not feeling sorry for myself as this is nothing new for people, it's only new right now for me.
English call times like these 'getting things sorted' and that says it about as well as anything else I know. The Scots say they 'stick to their knitting' but I have no idea what that means.
I'll just be standing there cleaning a counter and I think fuckin' hell ... and there's nothing else to say.
Which is all a back-handed apology for being a hermit. It's too soon for shut up and play but I am trying and it is coming.
Things swirl but not always in total chaos. The music I've been uploading is all the history of Silas and that fulfills the recovery. So now I did that and there's even more stuff than there was previously. Now that it's done it isn't interesting anymore but I do hope you like the stuff as I did work quite hard on it.
There won't be any bluez as this last week or so has been the bar none loneliest time of my life. That looks obvious in that I cut myself off from people but it's not that kind of loneliness. Things are improving and the music will follow that.
This comes even harder than with my parents. I don't know why but so it goes. I'm not feeling sorry for myself as this is nothing new for people, it's only new right now for me.
English call times like these 'getting things sorted' and that says it about as well as anything else I know. The Scots say they 'stick to their knitting' but I have no idea what that means.
I'll just be standing there cleaning a counter and I think fuckin' hell ... and there's nothing else to say.
Which is all a back-handed apology for being a hermit. It's too soon for shut up and play but I am trying and it is coming.
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